"Okay, I promise you." Xuanyuan Yao kissed her smooth forehead with a hearty and beautiful smile.

Perhaps the timing was just right, on this day the hibiscus flowers all over the mountains and plains were in bloom, and the red bloom dyed almost half of the mountain red.

Murong Qianqian held up her skirt and walked happily among the flowers. With her flowing clothes, she fit into the picture perfectly.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but where she passed by, the hibiscus trees that were still in full bloom were in full bloom, so beautiful and enchanting.

Xuanyuan Yao held her hand and ran with her indulgently for the first time. Maybe at this moment they thought they would run like this for the rest of their lives.

However, life is not for running, it always has to be experienced slowly and tortured slowly.

Every time, I always think that when happiness comes, it may not be happiness; I always think that when disaster comes, it may not be disaster.

…

On the day we went down the mountain, it rained heavily in Yunyao Mountain.

The big raindrops are like drops of tears, pouring down between the sky and the earth, as if someone is infatuated with endless love.

Murong Qianqian hid under the oil-paper umbrella and walked forward step by step. Suddenly she looked back and saw something looming in blue, but when she took a closer look, there was nothing there.

"Qianqian, what's wrong?" Xuanyuan Yao held an umbrella with one hand and gently held her shoulder with the other.

The rainwater slid down the umbrella surface and dripped on the soft blue silk.

Murong Qianqian raised her hand to brush away the raindrops, with a faint smile on her lips, "Yao Yao, will we come to Yunyao Mountain again in the future?"

She couldn't explain why, but at the moment of leaving, she felt an inexplicable reluctance in her heart, as if a voice had been calling her: Don't leave, stay.

She turned back to stare, but there was only a curtain of rain behind her. She couldn't see the colorful colors or the towering peaks. Those beautiful mountains and rivers became just a picture in her memory.

Xuanyuan Yao's palms were warm, and he held her cold little hand tightly, and smiled lightly, "Let's go~"

Gradually, it disappeared into the heavy rain.

On the way back to Fengyi City, the scenery is endless.

Because they were in a good mood this time and were a little more relaxed than before, they did not rush on their way, but walked and stopped, as comfortable as many knights in the world.

If we put aside the country and the country and talk about the people of the country, Murong Qianqian thought that if she could get the chance to be free and at ease, it would be heaven and earth.

So, more than ten days later, when she raised her head and looked at the three shining golden characters "Liuxia Palace", she felt a little dazed for a moment, not sure whether she was happy or regretful.

"Going home~" Murong Qianqian murmured in a low voice.

Xuanyuan Yao only thought that she was excited after returning to the palace, so he raised his hand and stroked her head and said: "Fool, we are going home, my and Qianqian's home."

Hearing this, Murong Qianqian turned her head and a bright smile appeared on her lips, "Well, it's my and Yaoyao's home."

Fool, indeed a fool, being with Yaoyao is like heaven and earth, why should I be so extravagant and want to be free in the world, having unique love is enough.

Because they knew early that Murong Qianqian would return to the palace, Xiang Mo and others had already run out excitedly when they heard the commotion outside, and surrounded her crying and laughing.

"Empress, is it you?" Xiangmo held the silk handkerchief in her hand and cried until she cried, "I finally look forward to having you back, I miss you so much~"

Maybe it's because the scene of reunion after a long absence always requires a few tears, so Murong Qianqian couldn't help but choked up and cried while hugging Xiang Mo.

Seeing this, Dabao quickly wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeves and said consolingly: "Empress, Sister Xiangmo, please stop crying, otherwise you will be hurt."

At night, Xuanyuan Yao held a banquet specifically for Murong Qianqian's return to the palace, but it was not for the civil and military officials, but for all the palace residents of Liuxia Palace.

Moreover, at Murong Qianqian's request, he also granted pardon and allowed Xiang Mo, Dabao and others to drink together at the same table without being bound by the etiquette of a monarch and his ministers.

The moonlight was hazy and the palace was quiet.

But that night, the Liuxia Palace was full of joy, singing, dancing, laughing, and talking so loudly and lively that it seemed like it would shake the sky.

"Your Majesty, I look like you. Look at those eyes. It's because I miss you every day, so I cry red. But fortunately, I'm back."

"My servant said that the queen will definitely come back, and asked Sister Xiangmo not to cry all day long. Look, the queen has come back safely, and she is fat."

"sh|it, whoever got a thousand cuts said that I am fat? Did you see it? With this little iron in my hand, be careful that I will castrate you one by one."

"Haha~ Madam, you are confused, they have already been castrated... Ahem, I'm just kidding, don't hit me, wuwu~ Madam, help me!"

"..."

There was laughter and laughter, and after drinking for a while, everyone was already drunk, stumbling when walking, and simply lying on the ground in a mess.

"Drink, drink quickly~" Although he was very drunk, he still urged the other party to drink, but the person had already turned over and began to fall asleep.

Murong Qianqian stood up from her seat staggeringly while holding the wine cup, slapped her palms on the table hard, and with a "pop~" sound, she yelled: "Get up, everyone, continue!"

Everyone was startled and sat up. "Drink~" As soon as they finished speaking, they all fell to the ground again, hugging each other's thighs, and became drunk and unconscious.

Seeing this, Murong Qianqian raised her eyebrows and smiled proudly, "Haha, if you dare to drink with me, you don't even think about how many brushes you have. I can't get drunk after a thousand cups."

The next second, he was confused. He held the wine cup and fell straight down. The position was just right, and he hit a group of slaves.

"Ah~" A sleepy scream.

The second day.

When Murong Qianqian woke up, her head hurt badly. She opened her eyes drowsily, only to find that she was lying on the bed properly.

The clothes have been changed, and there is still a faint musk scent lingering on the thin gauze clothes, which makes people feel refreshed and the headache is much better.

However, she really couldn't remember how she climbed into bed. She just thought that her wine was really good. She actually remembered to take a shower after drinking several bottles of wine.

But she didn't know that this was when Xuanyuan Yao went to the Liuxia Palace to spend the night. When he entered the door, he saw that she was lying on the ground in a mess. He frowned and carried her back to the dormitory.

Naturally, Xuanyuan Yao suffered a lot at night, and it was okay to help her wash up when she was drunk, but he was kicked out of bed countless times while sleeping next to her.
Chapter completed!